"In the suit. I told him that I knew who he was just because it felt weird
not to." Steve admits, nose wrinkling as if he's confused by his trajectory
of becoming a better person. "I mean, not how I know who he is,
because that's a whole weird thing that you can't just dump on someone. He
sounds like he's just a kid."
He's somewhat distracted from the conversation by Maeve's blunt nails
gliding up and down his chest in a way that seems to be making all the
blood in his body rush south, aided by the dizzying relief that they made
it through another Hard Thing, even if it didn't turn out to be nearly as
hard as Steve anticipated, so to speak.
Steve's gaze dips to her tits again, and the teasing hint of nipple that he
can see through the dark lace. He lifts his hand to trace it with the tip
of his finger, feeling it stiffen under his touch. "I feel like wearing
spandex around you would just be asking for trouble."
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"In the suit. I told him that I knew who he was just because it felt weird not to." Steve admits, nose wrinkling as if he's confused by his trajectory of becoming a better person. "I mean, not how I know who he is, because that's a whole weird thing that you can't just dump on someone. He sounds like he's just a kid."
He's somewhat distracted from the conversation by Maeve's blunt nails gliding up and down his chest in a way that seems to be making all the blood in his body rush south, aided by the dizzying relief that they made it through another Hard Thing, even if it didn't turn out to be nearly as hard as Steve anticipated, so to speak.
Steve's gaze dips to her tits again, and the teasing hint of nipple that he can see through the dark lace. He lifts his hand to trace it with the tip of his finger, feeling it stiffen under his touch. "I feel like wearing spandex around you would just be asking for trouble."